The Civil War had been going on for
four years, and as the war was ending, the union forces were
organizing the black brigades and battalions which were located in
small outposts or military forts all over Texas from the Red River on
the north down to the mouth of the Rio Grande near Brownsville.
These posts had already been started and in the making when the
Civil War broke out. These new posts created a new economy for all
Texans. The people migrating from the eastern states were bringing new
industry and blacksmith shops to the new areas. The blacksmith shops
were established in every community. These shops were a vital part of
the recovery from the troubling times. Onega was no different.
One of the objectives of the new and powerful federal government
was to create a peaceful existence with trade and a safe climate.
However, the Native Americans from the Plains tribes had other
thoughts and efforts. The troops were not accepted by the Native
Americans, because the troops’ purpose was to liquidate the remaining
natives which included the wild savages.
It was during this time that many of the settlers were mixed
together and the Native Americans were intermingling with the whites
and a new culture was becoming a reality.
The local churches were going through troubling times. Church
attendance was low; there were casualties of the ministry and dangers
everywhere. The Dallas and Denton county area preachers had a
difficult time keeping the church families in attendance.
The Methodist church of Onega was experiencing problems brought on
by the war. The circuit riders were having difficult times making
their rounds. The local circuit required the pastor to travel 27 days
to visit each church in his circuit. This did not leave the pastor
much time to be alone with their own family.
My grandparents and their grandparents were here in the middle of
this period of time of relocation and removal.
My grandmother was frightened to come to town. She almost lost her
life in downtown Aubrey when a car hit her as she was crossing the
street.
She always thought that someone wanted to kill her in this
incident. There was a charge for "hit and run," but there was no one
around to enforce the charge. The only witnesses were her friends and
relatives, and they were too powerless to bring charges against the
person who ran over her. Little was done about the incident, she just
stayed home and made her own whiskey after that close call.
Hiding out was an accepted way of life, and was accepted by their
family because there were so many strangers in the village.
Many people carried brass knuckles in their hip pockets and kept
within a handy distance because they never knew when they might be
attacked.
During my childhood and early adult life, I have witnessed many
exciting fights take place without the local arresting police around.
By the time the police arrived the fights would be over.
Some of the old recounts of fights tell that when a fight broke
out, that by the time the fight had ended, the people fighting would
be up walking around embracing each other and be best of friends.
Fights would break out anywhere – in the middle of the streets and in
the local businesses.
Most of the time, the local business owners would intervene and the
fights were broken up.
I remember as a child, when I was in a fight with one of my
brothers of sisters, my mother would break it up at the proper time
and make us hug each other. It was the hugging that would remind me
that I didn’t want to get in too many fights. My brothers and sisters
were always polite and close to each other when our parents were
around. When we were at the bus stop with the Georges, we would choose
up sides and have gang fights without our parent’s permission. My
mother always wondered how our clothes got so soiled on out way home
from school.